100 Balloons, 100 Days

San San... you owe me big time...

This is the sequel to 200 Balloons, 200 Days.

100 Balloons, 100 Days

Characters:
San San
Yoo Chun (TVXQ)
Sierra
Jun Jin (Shinhwa)

I put my arms around San San, or Sannie, as I affectionately call her, and watched as the 100 balloons drifted past us. Months ago, this would not have been a scene I expected myself to ever witness. I never thought I’d be able to love someone like this, until I met Sannie.

******

“Hey Sierra,” I drawled as I saw her walk out of the studios, alone. I had been waiting for the chance to talk to her all week.

“What?” she said, not even bothering to look at me. Did she know who I was? I’m Park Yoo Chun and no girl has ever ignored me like she did. But that was exactly what intrigued me about her.

“Wanna have lunch with me?” I said as I gave her my winning smile.

“No,” she replied curtly as she started to walk away.

“What’s up with you?” I said as I grabbed her arm before she could leave.

“Let go,” she said quietly, but I can sense the anger simmering beneath her cool facade. This chick was way too hot.

“Not until you treat me like the human being I am. You’re always rude to me.”

“Since when were you upgraded to a human being?” she retorted. “I’m asking nicely now, let me go.”

I sighed and let her go. I watched appreciatively as she walked away. She was a feisty one. A little too feisty for me to handle, for now. At that moment, I swore that I would bring her to her knees. I want her to beg me to take her and I’m going to discard her like the object she is. She’s nothing but an object to me.

A month later, I found out that she was dating Jun Jin, the school’s Ice Prince. How did she manage to melt his heart was beyond me. Furthermore, it was reputed that he preferred feminine girls. Sierra was definitely not feminine. From her layered hair dyed with red streaks, to the tight dance outfits she wore; she didn’t look like the kind of girl Jun Jin usually dated.

“Yoo Chun oppa!” a squeal broke into my thoughts. I cringed as I realized who it was; the airhead, San San.

“Hey Sannie,” I smiled as I turned around to face her. I called her Sannie, since San San sounded tedious. People wonder, if I’m so annoyed with her, why I even bothered to be nice to her. Well… for one, she’s a very willing girl; she loves running my errands and stroking my ego. Second, she’s Sierra’s friend and she tells me everything about Sierra, willingly. Sierra was like her idol. I didn’t even have to ask her about Sierra. She talked excessively about Sierra.

“Oppa, you didn’t show up yesterday,” she pouted. “Where were you?”

“Show up where?” I said absently.

“Oppa!” she gasped. “How could you have forgotten? You promised to meet me at the club yesterday.”

I did, and I forgot.

“Mian, Sannie. I’ll make it up to you, okay?” I smiled.

“You’d better,” she smiled sweetly as she linked her arms with mine. “Let’s go eat,” she said as she dragged me away.

[San San’s POV]

I was disappointed that Yoo Chun oppa didn’t even remember our date. But I smiled anyway. If I wanted to win him over, I must always give him a reason to be happy with me and I must not give into my emotions, or he might get annoyed. I was all alone at the club last night and I got harassed by some lechers while waiting for Yoo Chun oppa.

“Hey pretty girl,” one of them said as he walked past and whistled appreciatively. I’d worn one of my sexier outfits in hopes of getting Yoo Chun oppa’s attention. Bad idea.

“Wanna have a drink with us?” the other said.

“No,” I replied and tried to walk away. One of them caught my arm and pulled me back.

“Come now, pretty girl. A little drink won’t hurt,” he said.

“My oppa will be here soon,” I said. “Let me go.”

“Your oppa? I’m sure he won’t mind. Stay with us until he comes.”

Just then, the bartender interfered and I was able to get away from them. My heart was beating like crazy as I walked out of the club. I’d waited for 3 hours for Yoo Chun oppa, and he never showed up. I cried on the bus, all the way home. Why was it so difficult to love someone? Why won’t he even pay attention to me?

We were at the school cafeteria and I watched Yoo Chun oppa as he ate his ramen. He wasn’t the best looking guy on the entire campus. Some people had also commented that he had bad complexion. But to me, he had a charm. Not just to me, to many other girls. I’ve seen girls throwing themselves at Yoo Chun oppa and there were times when I wanted to fight them off and scream that he was mine. But he wasn’t. He gave me his precious time out of his busy schedule, but he’d never told me what we were officially dating.

[Yoo Chun’s POV]

I was with Sannie when she received a call from Sierra.

“Onni, what’s wrong?” she said. “Please don’t cry, Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t hear if you’re crying… uh huh… omigod… alright. I’ll be there.”

Sierra? Crying? This was very unlike her. Sannie’s face was pale as she hung up the phone.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Jun Jin oppa…” she said. ‘What about him again?’ I thought as I rolled my eyes.

“Yea… what happened?”

“Jun Jin oppa was hit by a truck.”

The Ice Prince was hit by a truck? This is big news.

“Is he dead?” I asked her.

“No, he’s in a coma.”

Perfect. Now Sierra would be vulnerable, and I’d have my chance at last.

“Let’s go visit him,” I said.

“I thought you didn’t like Jun Jin oppa,” Sannie eyed me.

“Yea, but he got hit by a truck and he’s a schoolmate. It’s only right.”

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”

As we walked into Jun Jin’s ward, I could hear crying. To be precise, it was Sierra crying.

“Don’t cry dear,” Jun Jin’s mother said as she patted Sierra on the back.

“It’s all my stupid fault. I shouldn’t have made that joke about the 200 balloons,” she sobbed.

“200 balloons?” I said as I turned to Sannie.

“It’s their romantic ritual. On their 100th anniversary, Jun Jin oppa tied 100 balloons to his bike and rode to school with them. Then they went to the field nearby to release them.”

“How dumb,” I remarked. I’d seen them with those balloons. It was the day I caught the two of them making out outside the school gates. Turned out the Ice Prince was a romantic. How sickening.

“It’s not dumb, just dangerous. Jun Jin oppa was trying to bring 200 balloons this time. Today’s their 200th day anniversary, you see, and he got hit by a truck on his way to meet onni.”

It’s obvious this guy was a fool. Why would he do that for a girl? Endanger his life for a girl. Was she even worth it? I looked at Sierra now and I realized that she was a wreck. So what if I had her now, she wouldn’t be able to hold my attention if she was going to be like that all the time.

“I’m leaving,” I told Sannie. All my waiting had come up to nothing. And now that I’ve lost interest in Sierra, Sannie was useless to me.

“Wait for me,” Sannie whined.

“You can stay here, I’m leaving,” I said curtly. I’ve lost all patience for her. I didn’t feel the need to be a little nice to her at all.

“Oppa, why are you acting like this?” she said. I guess I should just tell her the truth and get rid of her once and for all.

“You know, Sannie. The only reason I’ve put up with you was because I was into Sierra. I was only using you to know more about Sierra. But now that I don’t want Sierra anymore, I don’t need you. So please get the hell out of my face,” I ended with a smirk.

[San San’s POV]

I was stunned when Yoo Chun oppa said all that. All this while he was using me to get to onni? I’d suspected that he had an ulterior motive for being nice to me. But I’d never thought it would be because he liked onni. Tears started to fill my eyes as I realized that I’ve been used. Fine, I knew he was using me all along, but if it was for something like this, I couldn’t accept it. As I collapsed to the floor, sobbing, Yoo Chun oppa walked away without a second glance.

I walked into the ward about an hour later. I’d cried my eyes out and then waited for awhile before going to rinse my face so that Sierra onni didn’t notice that I’d been crying. She was sitting in the chair beside Jun Jin oppa’s bed. She looked pale and exhausted as she held his hand.

Jun Jin oppa wasn’t really injured apart from a few scratches on his hands and face. The reason he was in a coma was because he’d his head as he was knocked off his bike. It pained me to see onni like this. She was always cheerful and bubbly around Jun Jin oppa, who had a reputation of being quiet and cold. Everyone said that she’d melted the Ice Prince’s heart from the day they started dating. I put my hand on onni’s shoulder and she looked up at me and smiled bravely.

“He’s just resting,” she said.

“Yes,” I nodded. “He’s just resting.”

I really prayed that he was just resting. If he never wakes up, Sierra onni may never be the person she was again.

It’s been a month since Jun Jin oppa woke up. Initially, he’d forgotten who Sierra onni was, and she’d told me that she’d wanted to kill herself when he said he’d forgotten her. Thankfully, he decided to try to remember her and rekindle their relationship. His amnesia turned out to be temporary, and they’re back together now, stronger than ever. I was happy for onni.

I smiled as I continued walking. I’d just got off work and was on my way home. Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound coming from some garbage bags nearby. Usually, I’d run the other way when I heard such sounds, but somehow that night, I was curious, and I went to take a peek. I gasped in horror as I realized where the sound had come from. It was Yoo Chun oppa, lying on the ground in the alley. He had a gash on his forehead and there was blood on his face and his shirt.

“Oppa,” I shouted as I rushed to his side. “Oppa, what happened?”

“Hey Sannie,” he said as he smiled weakly.

“Oppa,” I said as tears came to my eyes. Who did this to him?

“Leave me here, Sannie. I don’t deserve your pity,” he said as he coughed.

“Oppa, you’re bleeding. I’m taking you home with me,” I said as I tried to support him up into a sitting position.

He fell back to the ground, bringing me down with him and I was sprawled across his chest. I started crying. I was so frustrated. Why won’t he let me help him? Why was I so weak? Even though he’d hurt me, I still cared for him. I still wanted him to live.

“Oppa,” I cried. “Please help me,” I said. “Help me so that I can help you.”

Then, I realized that he was unconscious. I stood up and ran out to the alley, screaming for help. About an hour later an ambulance came to take Yoo Chun oppa to the hospital.

[Yoo Chun’s POV]

Sannie… my dreams were filled with her images. Sannie smiling, Sannie crying, Sannie calling out to me. My head hurt, my face hurt, my entire body hurt. What was wrong with me? I opened my eyes to find myself in a room. I looked around slowly and realized that I was in a ward. I could feel someone’s gentle breathing beside me. I turned to see who it was; it was Sannie, sleeping with her head resting on the side of the bed I lay on. I reached out my hand slowly to stroke her hair. Sannie… I don’t deserve you. I moved my hand away and closed my eyes. Could I really have her back?

I woke up hours later, and it was day time. I yawned as I turned to look at Sannie and she was gone. Where did she go?

“You’re awake,” she said and I turned to see where her voice came from. She was standing by the window, looking out. She turned to look at me. The sight of her face, her silhouette in the sunlight, it took my breath away. I was a fool to have let her go.

“Yes,” I replied as I tried to sit up.

“Careful,” she said as she rushed to my side and helped me up.

“Thanks,” I said after we’d completed the task of sitting me up.

“Do you want some water?” she asked me, and I nodded.

She handed me a glass of water with a straw and I sipped it slowly. When I was done, she put the glass back on the side table and sat down on the chair beside the bed, facing me.

“What happened last night?” she asked me. I cringed. Did I really have to answer?

“I got into a little scuffle, that’s all,” I said.

“A little scuffle?” she exclaimed. “You could’ve died of excessive bleeding!”

“Shhh!!!” I said. “Pipe down. You don’t want the nurse thinking that I’m molesting you or something.”

“You’re in no condition to molest me,” she replied.

“Wanna bet?” I said as I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“Be serious,” she said as she glared at me. I sighed. Maybe I should tell her everything. How I’ve made a mistake, and what a jerk I was. Maybe she’ll forgive me. Even if she doesn’t, I’ll have nothing more to lose. I’ve already lost everything when I gave Sannie up anyway.

“I got drunk,” I admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I missed you,” I said.

“Liar,” she replied.

“It’s the truth,” I said earnestly. “I got beaten up because I didn’t bring my wallet with me and when I was asked to pay, I picked a fight with the bartender and some people at the bar.”

“Why do you always have to get yourself into such situations,” she sighed.

“I really missed you, Sannie,” I said and I hoped that it was getting through to her.

“Why would you miss someone you didn’t like in the first place?”

“At first, I thought I didn’t need you. After I left you, I realized that I’d been so used to having you around and then it hit me.”

“What hit you?”

“I realized that I loved you. I can’t live without you.”

“Then why didn’t you come back for me sooner?”

“I thought that since I was such a jerk to you, I’d lost you forever.”

“I’d have forgiven you if you were honest,” she replied.

“Then would you forgive me now?” I asked her.

“I don't know,” she said.

“Please give me another chance, Sannie,” I pleaded. “I’ll make it up to you this time, for real.”

“You won’t treat me like you used to?” she asked.

“I won’t,” I said and looked at her pleadingly.

“I’ll think about it,” she smiled.

******

[Sannie’s POV]

Today’s our 100th day anniversary; Yoo Chun oppa’s and mine. He’d called me earlier and said that he had a surprise. I was so excited.

“Bye onni!” I hollered at Sierra onni as I ran out from the studio after class.

“Bye!” she laughed. “Walk slowly. Don’t run!” she called after me.

As I reached the gates, I saw Yoo Chun oppa and tears came to my eyes when I saw what he’d done. He’d tied 100 pink balloons to his car.

“Oppa!” I squealed as I ran up and hugged him.

“You like them?” he asked.

“Yes!” I smiled and I kissed him.

“Let’s go,” he said breathlessly as he pulled away from my lips.

We drove to the nearby field and brought the balloons to the middle of the field. On our way there, one balloon got away. I laughed as Yoo Chun oppa tried to chase it down, but it drifted too high up, so he gave up and walked back to me with the other balloons in his hands.

“Saranghae,” Yoo Chun oppa said as he kissed me again, and when he did, we released the 100 balloons from our grasp. We looked up awhile later, to see the balloons drifting slowly away. He put his arms around me as we watched.

Even though he’d hurt badly me back then, I forgave him. I knew that somehow, he really did love me and that we were meant to be together. These past 100 days, he’d proven to me that he was a changed man and if you gave me a chance to turn back the time, I would not have had it anyway different. What had happened back then has made our love stronger and more meaningful. It was now to me, the love of a lifetime.

200 Balloons, 200 Days...

Finally, San San... you get a fic with your name in it with your darling Yoo Chun... tell me you love me!!! Hahaha! :P

**This short fanfic was nominated for Soompi's Fanfic of the Year in year 2007 under the category of One Shot**

200 Balloons, 200 Days... One for each day I've loved you...

Characters:
Sierra
Jun Jin (Shinhwa)
San San
Yoo Chun (TVXQ)



“Jun Jin!” I yelled as I ran up to him. He turned around and smiled as I caught up with him. “Where are you going without me?” I asked him.

“Going on a date with my other girlfriend,” he smiled mischievously and I smacked his arm. “Aahh!! Ap’a!”

“That’s what you get for disrespecting me,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Who would dare disrespect you, the mighty Sierra?” he laughed.

“Come on,” I said as I linked arms with him, and we walked out of the gates.

******

Jun Jin and I were final year students at the Seoul National University. I was a dance major and he majored in music. I can remember back when we first met. We were performing for the Autumn Festival Concert and I was backstage putting on my costume when he walked into the changing room, which was actually a makeshift changing room made of cloth and screens.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” I yelled right at his face as I covered myself with the shirt I was holding.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” he yelled back at me, his eyes wide.

“Yah!! Pyeont’ae (pervert)! Why are you staring at me?” I shouted at him.

“Mian, I didn’t know there was anyone in here,” he said as he slowly backed away.

“You’re lying, pyeont’ae!” I shouted.

“Don’t!” he said as he quickly moved forward and covered my mouth with his hand. To do that, he had to put his other arm around me and he held me with my back against his chest. “If you yell again, the whole faculty’s gonna come in and find us here. Then we’d be laughing stocks!” he whispered urgently.

I could feel the warmth of his body through my bare back. Somehow, I felt comfortable in his arms; even though I felt uneasy standing there, half-naked, with some strange guy pressing against me. I could smell his aftershave when he whispered in my ear, and when he whispered, it sent this odd sensation running down my spine. I’ve never been this close to a guy before, and certainly not in such a compromising position with a guy before.

“I’m gonna let go now,” he said. “Don’t scream, okay?” he added, and I just nodded.

[Jun Jin’s POV]
I let go of the girl and she turned around. But before she turned, I saw her bare back, and I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. Who would have thought that the sight of a girl’s back could do this to a guy. It was elegant. Her skin looked so smooth and creamy. She had a small tribal motive tattooed near her shoulder, on the left, and it was downright sexy.

“Yah! Do you always go around peeking at people like this?” she asked me.

“No, I don’t. I told you it was an honest mistake,” I replied.

“Can you go out now? I need to get dressed,” she said.

“Umm.. yea… mian,” I said as I walked out.

As I walked out, I looked around to see if anyone had seen me go in there. No one was nearby, and thank god her shouting had not alerted anyone. It was far too noisy backstage anyway. My mind went back to the moment that had just passed, the moment where I held her in my arms. Her hair smelt fresh and her skin… I shut my eyes as I was reminded by the sight of her back.

“Yah!” She tapped me on the shoulder as she walked out.

She was now wearing her costume, a fitting sleeveless tank top which covered her butt, tights and leggings. Around her neck was a huge pendant with the motive of constellation of stars on it. I’m looking at her face now, and she did not have the features of most Korean girls. She looked exotic.

“Mian,” I said as I bowed. “I’ll leave now.”

“Didn’t you want to change?” she asked me.

“Oh yea, I did,” I laughed. Only now did I notice that the clothes I’d brought with me were dropped on the floor. She bent down and picked them up, and she dusted them off before handing them to me.

“If you didn’t have any clothes with you, it would’ve confirmed that you were trying to peek at me,” she smiled.

“Yea,” I laughed.

“Go change,” she said as she stepped aside so that I could walk into the changing room. I walked in quickly and started to undress. When I walked out, she was still standing here. She leant against the wall; one foot on the ground, one foot brought up so that the bottom was against the wall. She could’ve easily been doing a shot for a fashion magazine. Her hair was cropped short on top with long layered strands at the bottom, touching her shoulders, and streaks of red highlighted her hair. On any other day, if any of my friends asked me, I’d tell them she wasn’t my type. But after seeing her, talking to her for that short moment, I think I’m beginning to change my mind.

[Sierra’s POV]
It’s been more than 3 months since Jun Jin and I had gotten together, and today was our 100th day anniversary. I wonder if he remembered. I walked out of the dance studio with my friend, San San. We’d just finish a grueling 2 hours of jazz class. We had a recital coming up next month, and San San and I were performing as a duo. As we walked out, we were greeted by Yoo Chun, one of our seniors majoring in music.

“Yoo Chun oppa!” San San shouted in delight. San San had a crush on Yoo Chun and everyone knew about it. Yoo Chun welcomed her attention, since he loved attention. But at the end of the day, everyone knew he was a player. San San was not the only girl he’d lead on.

“Hey, Sannie,” Yoo Chun drawled.

“Yoo Chun oppa, let’s go watch a movie today,” San San said.

“Mian, baby. But oppa’s busy today. Tomorrow perhaps?” he said.

“Tomorrow? You promise? Yak sok!” she said as she held out her pinky.

“Nae, yak sok,” he said and hooked his pinky with hers. San San squealed with delight when he did.

“Hey Sierra,” he said as he walked up to me with San San still clinging onto his arm.

“Hey,” I replied curtly. Yoo Chun had hit on me months ago, but I’d rejected him. I think he was still a little pissed about it since no girl has ever rejected his advances. I walked off without looking back at him or San San. I couldn’t stand the sight of him and his shenanigans. San San was such a sweet girl and I’ve warned her many times about Yoo Chun, but she still wanted to throw herself at him. I’ve given up on telling her not to.

I walked out of the school gates to find Jun Jin standing beside his motorbike. My eyes widened when I saw what he’d done. There were balloons… pink balloons. About a hundred I think, and they were tied to his bike.

“Jun Jin,” I gasped.

“100 days,” he smiled. “I didn’t forget.”

“Yes, you didn’t” I smiled as I ran forward to hug him.

“One balloon for each day,” he said.

“I’d better count them to make sure you didn’t cheat,” I smiled cheekily.

“You don’t trust me?” he asked.

“Should I?” I asked him.

“Sierra, you’re so heartless. How can you not trust me?” he said sadly.

“Fine, I trust you,” I laughed as he started to act like a sad little puppy.

“Komawo,” he said and he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around him as he pulled me tighter against him. The kiss went on and on, until I felt as if my head were spinning. If he wasn’t holding me against him, I probably would’ve crumpled up into a heap on the ground.

“Ahem…” someone cleared his throat. Jun Jin and I broke apart to see who it was. Yoo Chun.

“What do you want?” I asked him.

“If you remember, you’re right outside the university’s compound. Hardly an appropriate place to do this,” he smirked.

“Still, it’s none of your business,” I replied. Who was he to tell me about being appropriate when he’d probably done it all over the university grounds?

“Sierra,” Jun Jin said softly. He was signaling that I needed to control myself. “Thanks for your concern, Yoo Chun. We’ll take this elsewhere,” he smiled. “Let’s go,” he said as he got onto his bike and I got on behind him.

We rode for a short distance until we arrived at a huge field, about 2 kilometers from the university. We came here often to take strolls, and once, we even flew a kite.

“You ready?” Jun Jin asked me as he handed me a pair of scissors.

“Yep,” I replied.

We each grabbed a few balloons and started snipping at the strings, releasing them into the air. When we were done, I looked up into the sky and marveled at the sight of a hundred balloons, slowly floating up, higher and higher. A gust of wind blew, and they flew further and further away from us. I put my arms around Jun Jin’s waist, and had his around me, as we watched.

“Do I get 200 on our 200th day?” I smiled and he looked at me in horror. “I’m joking!” I laughed. “How can you tie 200 balloons to your bike? 100 was hard enough.”

“And I thought you’d gone mad,” he laughed, obviously relieved that I hadn’t meant what I said.

I regret that I’d mentioned the 200 balloons now. I regret that I had made that joke. I walked into the ward where Jun Jin lay, in a coma. He still looked like the handsome and strong Jun Jin I’d met in the changing room. But he was sleeping now, he was always sleeping.

Once, about a month after the accident, I’d cried tears of frustration and rage as I pounded on his bed.

“Wake up!” I shouted at him. “It’s been a month, you pig! Wake up!” I sobbed uncontrollably as I put my head on his arms. I looked up awhile later to see that his sleeve was soaked with my tears. “Mianhae,” I whispered as I brushed his sleeve, as if I could dry it by doing that.

Jun Jin had been trying to get the 200 balloons to me when he was hit by a truck. The balloons must have obstructed his vision, and he didn’t notice that he’d swerved onto the opposite lane until it was too late.

I stroked his hair as I watched him sleep. It’s been 3 months since the accident. It’s almost a year since we’ve gotten together. Even though we couldn’t speak to each other, he couldn’t tell me how much he loved me like he always did, I still felt connected to him. Some days, I’d lie down beside him on his bed, and talk to him about what we’d do when he woke up. But when he did wake up, I was bitterly disappointed.

I got a call from Jun Jin’s parents, telling me that he’d awaken and I ran as fast as I could to the hospital. As I walked in, I saw Jun Jin sitting up on the bed, eating.

“Jun Jin,” I shouted with joy as I hugged him. I was so happy that I’d forgotten that he was eating, and I caused him to choke a little. “Mian,” I said as he coughed. He held up his hand to signal it was okay, as he coughed. “Jun Jin…” I said as tears started to fill my eyes. I was so happy that the waiting was over. He was finally awake.

“Agashi,” he said. “Do I know you?”

The blood drained out of my face when I heard his question. Did he know me?

[Jun Jin’s POV]
“Jun Jin,” my mother said. “Don’t you remember Sierra? Your girlfriend?”

My girlfriend? I had a girlfriend? Why don’t I remember? I looked at the girl, she looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember anything about her.

“How long have we been together?” I asked her.

“Before your accident, 200 days,” she replied, her voice shaking as she tried to control her emotions. “Up till now, 9 months.”

“200 days?” I asked her.

“You were hit by a truck on our 200th day anniversary,” she explained.

“I was?”

“Yes, don’t you remember? Don’t you remember anything about me, Jun Jin?” she asked me.

“Mianhae, I really can’t recall now,” I replied.

“Omoni,” she looked at my mother. “Why can’t he remember?” she said, close to tears now.

My mother came up and put her arms around her. She must be my girlfriend if my mother was so close with her. Why can't I remember her? I clutched my head as a pain seared through it.

“Jun Jin,” my mother gasped. “Sierra, go get the doctor.”

[Sierra’s POV]
“You need to slow down, boy,” the doctor said after examining Jun Jin. “Your memory will return eventually. Just don’t try too hard, or you might lose it all.”

“Kamsahamnida,” Jun Jin’s mother bowed as the doctor left. “I’ll leave you two alone now,” she said as she started to walk out. “Be nice to her, Jun Jin,” she added before the closed the door.

“Are you alright?” I asked him. I sat nervously at the edge of his bed, looking at his expression for a sign. If he’d forgotten me, did he still love me?

“Sierra,” he started. “I can’t remember anything about us, but I do feel a connection with you,” he said.

“Then what do we do now?” I asked him.

“If we were what you said we were before this happened, I’m willing to make the effort,” he said.

“Huh?” I looked at him, puzzled by what he just said.

“If you are okay with it, let’s learn to love each other again. At least let me learn to love you again.”

I looked at him, my heart almost bursting with happiness. I hadn’t lost him after all. I moved forward so that I sat parallel to him, facing him. I put my hands on his face and traced it lovingly.

“Saranghae,” I said and I kissed him. I wasn’t sure if he would, but he kissed me back. When he did, tears streamed down my cheeks; tears of happiness.

******

As Jun Jin and I strolled out of the school gates, I looked up at the sky and saw a single pink balloon float past.

“Look,” I said as I pointed to the balloon.

“Someone must be copying our ritual,” he smiled.

“Yea, copycats,” I laughed as we got into his car.

As we drove past the field where we used to go to, I saw a couple in the middle of the field, releasing balloons. I squinted and smiled when I realized who they were… Yoo Chun and San San.

A Tale of A Dolphin

I got a request from Natalie aka doobsy to write a fic about her and Jun Su. So here it is! ^^p Aren't I a great friend? ^^

Characters:
Jun Su (TVXQ)
Chang Min (TVXQ)
Natalie
Xing
Xiah and Micky the dolphins ^^,


“Kamsahamnida!” Natalie bowed as the last visitor left.

“Natalie,” Xing called as she waved. “Come help me with the gate.”

The two of them struggled to close the gates of the marine park. They were the only two left to close up the gates. The rest of the staff were inside either cleaning or packing up the equipment used for the day. When they finally got the gate closed, they started walking towards the tanks. It was their turn to feed dolphins and clean the tanks today.

“Don’t you love dolphins?” Natalie asked Xing.

“Hmm… yea…” Xing yawned. ‘I’ve gotta stop staying up past 2am,’ Xing thought as she walked alongside Natalie.

“Xing!” someone called out and she turned to see who it was. It was Chang Min, their colleague. Xing had a huge crush on Chang Min, but had never confessed it to him.

“Hi, Chang Min,” she waved nervously.

“Are you leaving yet?” he asked. “Want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“Erm… yea! Sure!” Xing replied.

“Xing!” Natalie hissed, “We’re supposed to…” and Xing covered Natalie’s mouth before she could continued.

“Can you wait for me outside? I’ll be just a sec,” Xing smiled to Chang Min.

“Okay,” Chang Min said and walked off, turning back once to look at them with a puzzled expression.

“Xing!” Natalie whispered urgently at her since Chang Min was still near. “You’re supposed to clean the dolphin tank with me.”

“Natalie… please cover for me this once. It’s Chang Min! Chang Min wants to walk me home!!!” Xing squealed.

Natalie rolled her eyes and sighed, “Fine! You owe me.”

“Thank you! Thank you! I love you,” Xing bounced up and down and as she hugged Natalie.

Xing and Natalie were both students from the National University of Singapore (NUS), majoring in Marine Biology and were working in a marine park in Korea as part of their apprenticeship program. They’d practically won a lottery when they were chosen because only a select few would have the opportunity to go overseas for their training. Most of their fellow course mates either went to a turtle sanctuary on the East coast of Malaysia or to the aquariums on Sentosa Island, which was in Singapore.

The sky had started to turn dark as Natalie started brushing the sides of the dolphin tank with the special sponge attached to a pole. As she did, the two dolphins in the tank swam towards her and started bumping on the pole.

“Xiah! Micky! Stop that!” Natalie laughed as they continued to harass her. As she tried to move away from the dolphins, she slipped and fell into the tank. She panicked as she fell, so it was useless even though she was a trained swimmer. She was in such a shock that she kept flailing her arms and she sank deeper and deeper. ‘This is it, I’m drowning,” she thought as she closed her eyes. Most of the other staff were too far away. They probably wouldn’t notice what had happened to her until it was too late. She slowly slipped into unconsciousness and was totally unaware that Xiah, the dolphin was swimming towards her.

‘Oh no!’ Xiah thought as he swam towards Natalie. He swam under her and pushed her up with his nose to get her to the surface of the tank. ‘Come on, Xiah. Hurry!’ he told himself as he used all his energy to push her up to the surface. As soon as they reached the surface, a bright glow of light surrounded Xiah and a wave of water, from nowhere, washed the both of them onto the side of the pool. Xiah was knocked out as he hit the ground.

Sometime later, Xiah opened his eyes and looked around. ‘That’s funny,’ he thought. His vision wasn’t blurry like it always was. He turned around and saw that he was lying beside the tank. ‘I’m out of the tank? Omigod! I’m going to die!’ he thought as he sat up quickly. Then he realized that something was very wrong with his body. He looked down to check out his flippers and what he saw made him scream in shock. He had legs! Human legs! The kind he always saw on those humans through the glass of his tank. He held up his fins. They’d turned into human hands. What has happened?

“Mmm…” he heard someone groan from beside him. ‘Natalie!’ he remembered and he crawled towards her.

“Na… Nat… Natalie,” he managed to say. It felt weird to be speaking like a human, but somehow, he managed to say the words that formed in his head. He nudged Natalie and called her name again, “Natalie.”

She started coughing out the water she’d swallowed and her eyes fluttered open weakly as she looked at him. He felt his heart skip a beat. Was this how it felt to look at a human out of the water?

“Natalie,” he called out again. He liked the way this name rolled off his tongue.

“Hmm?” Natalie answered and her eyes started to widen. She sat up quickly and stared at him. “Who are you? How did you get in here?”

“It’s me, Xiah!” he said.

“Xiah?” she repeated, trying to recall. The name was oddly familiar.

“The dolphin,” he said.

“The dolphin?” she repeated after him.

“Yes.”

“You expect me to believe you? How can a dolphin be a human?”

“Look in the tank. How many dolphins do you see?”

She looked out at the tank and sure enough, she saw only Micky, swimming around.

“Omigod!! Where did Xiah go?” she exclaimed.

“Don’t!” he said as he covered her mouth with his hands. Her mouth felt warm against his palm. “I swear that I’m telling you the truth. Please don’t alert the other humans.”

She stared at him and tried to make sense of what he was saying. Could he really be Xiah the dolphin? This was a little too weird for her to accept.

“If you’re Xiah the dolphin, tell me, what is it that you always do to tease your trainer?”

“When he asks me to twirl, I’d flip over and splash him,” he smiled. “I think twirling is so gay.”

“Omigod!” Natalie exclaimed as her jaw dropped open. He really was Xiah the dolphin. Only a staff would know that, because even though Xiah fooled around during training, he’d always perform perfectly during each show.

“You believe me now?” he asked earnestly.

“Yes I do,” she said.

Just then, the lights of the park went off. Only a single fluorescent light was left on by the tank.

“Are they leaving without me? Oh no!” she exclaimed.

“Please don’t go,” he said. “I’ll be alone here without you. I feel so lost now. What am I going to do about this?”

“This?”

“I’m no longer a dolphin,” he said. “What do I do?”

“I really don’t know. Do you remember how it happened?”

“I remember pushing you to the surface. And there was this huge wave that washed us onto the ground, here, and I was knocked out.”

“Wave? How can there be a wave? This is a tank.”

“Beats me,” he shrugged. “Please stay,” he pleaded.

She looked at him and for the first time, she realized that he was pretty good looking as a human. He was cute. He had spiky, black hair and was dressed in a white, fitting Adidas shirt and he had on a pair of faded, grey jeans. He sure had a round butt for a dolphin, let alone a normal guy.

“Alright,” she sighed.

“Thank you,” he smiled at her and she felt herself melting. He has a beautiful smile as a human. But even has a dolphin, she’d always found him charismatic.

They sat by the tank and let their legs hang over the edge. Micky swam over and nudged Xiah’s legs. Xiah made a series clicks and whistles at Micky and Micky sort of nodded.

“What did you tell him?” Natalie asked.

“I was just telling him that I’ll be back to join him soon, I hope.”

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure things will get back to normal soon,” Natalie said.

“But how?” Xiah asked.

“I dunno. I just think they will,” she said and Xiah sighed.

“How long do you intend to work for this park?” Xiah asked her.

“I leave in another week,” she smiled sadly.

“Bummer,” he replied.

“Yea… hey! I have a question. Do the both of you feel lonely without any female dolphins?”

“Haha! Sometimes.”

“I heard them talking about bringing in a few soon.”

“Really? That would be fun!” he smiled.

“Do dolphins kiss?” she asked him.

“Kiss? What's kiss?” he asked, looking very puzzled.

“You know… when your mouth touches another person’s,”

“Ooh! I’ve seen some people do that through the tank. Haha!”

“So do you?”

“We touch our noses, but we don’t do that tongue thingie I see those humans do,” he giggled.

“Hey! Let’s go for a swim,” Natalie said.

“Okay! Last one’s a smelly tuna!” Xiah shouted as he jumped into the tank. Micky swam alongside them as they swam leisurely underwater and broke up to the surface. When they did, Micky sprayed them with a mouthful of water.

“Eww,” Natalie laughed she looked up and she saw Xiah staring at her. What was he thinking? They looked at each other as they continued to thread the water, then Xiah reached out his hand and pulled Natalie over. She could feel the heat of his breath as their faces got nearer and nearer and finally, their lips met. His lips were warm and moist and he didn’t taste fishy at all. Suddenly, she started coughing and she opened her eyes. She was no longer in the tank, she was lying on the ground and someone had their mouth on hers. She stared at the face before her, and it was a familiar face of a guy. He pulled away.

“Thank god you’re awake,” he said.

“Xiah?” she said in a confused tone. He was looking at her with a puzzled expression.

“Xiah? Who’s Xiah?” he said.

“Aren’t you Xiah, the dolphin?” she said.

“No. Do I look like a dolphin to you? I was passing by during my watch, well not my watch exactly, I'm covering for my uncle, and I heard the dolphins making this huge racket, then I saw you lying on top of one of the dolphins near the edge of the tank. So I jumped in and pulled you out.”

“You pulled me out?”

“Yea… and I administered CPR on you.”

“CPR? But…” now she was really confused. He looked exactly like Xiah. The Xiah who’d talked to her just a moment ago, the Xiah who’s kissed her a moment ago. Was it all a dream?

“Yes, CPR,” he smiled.

She turned and looked towards the tank, sure enough, Xiah and Micky were still swimming around in it. So it was all a dream. But it had seemed so real. She turned to her rescuer and smiled.

“So what’s your name?” she asked.

“Jun Su, my name’s Jun Su,” and he smiled, just as he had in her dream. Drops of water dripped from his spiky hair and his shirt clung to his body like a second skin. He looked so hot.

“I’m Natalie,” she smiled back and when she looked over at Xiah, she could’ve sworn that he winked at her.

Rain...

I cursed the skies as I ran through the rain. Why did it have to rain just as I got off work? All I had was my huge bag to shield my head as I ran towards the final row of shops where my bus stop is. Just as I managed to get under the shelter, someone ran into me and knocked me over.

“Aisshiii!!” I cursed as I looked at the contents of my bag strewed all over the pavement, getting drenched by the rain. Worst of all, my cell phone now sat in a puddle of water. “Andoe!!” I yelled as I picked it up. Water leaked out of it as I held it up. I flipped it open and found that the screen had blacked out.

“Choesong hamnida,” someone said, taking my attention away from my phone for a moment. I looked up and this cute guy stands before me. Cute was an understatement, he was hot. But hot or not, he’d killed my phone and he’d better be paying.

“Yah!” I said as I held out my phone at him. “Look what you’ve done!” he took the phone out of my hand and inspected it.

“Mian. I was so intent on getting out of the rain that I did not see you,” he said. “I think you’d better get up. You’re getting wet,” he said as he held out his free hand to me.

I glared at him as I took his hand and he pulled me onto my feet. I bent down to quickly scoop up the remaining stuff I’d dropped and we walked into the shelter.

“So… are you going to pay for my phone?” I asked.

“I have a friend who owns a phone shop. I think he’ll be able to fix it for you,” he said. “I’ll pay for the costs, of course,” he quickly added.

I must’ve looked pretty scary for him to seem so nervous around me. Either that or he’s a really shy guy.

“Komawo,” I said. I wasn’t about to be formal and polite to someone who’d knocked me over like a bean bag.

“You’re all wet. If you don’t mind, you can come over to my place. I live just above these shops.”

Go to his place? Is this guy for real? Like I’m gonna just go to some weird guy’s place when I hardly knew him. For all I knew, he might be a…

“Achooo!” I sneezed.

“Yea… You’d better come with me,” he said and he grabbed my hand before I could react.

“Ajoshi,” I said frantically. “Let go. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You want your phone fixed?” he turned back to ask me as he continued walking.

“Erm… yea. But I don't want to go home with you,” I said.

“We’ll go to my friend’s place once the rain stops. You should get yourself dry before you get sick,” he said.

We finally came to a stop in front of a stair and he started to climb it as he continued to pull me along. Thankfully, his place was on the 2nd floor. I stood there nervously as he fished his pockets for his keys. He looked even better in the dim light of the corridor. His hair curled up at its ends, and I could see his toned body under his wet shirt. I shook my head, trying to clear the impure thoughts that were about to flood my brain. Then, I heard him laugh.

“Waeguraeseyo?” I asked as I looked at him.

“What you just did… I don’t know why you did it, but you remind me of a puppy,” he laughed.

“Mwo?” I said as I glared at him.

“But you’re a really cute puppy,” he added as he pushed open the door.

“Ya! I’m not a puppy!” I said as I followed him in. I was surprised at how clean his house was as I stood at the doorway and took off my shoes.

“I’ll go get you some towels,” he said as he tossed his keys on the coffee table and walked into one of the 3 rooms. I closed the door and walked around slowly. It was a small apartment; from the living room, you could look right into the little kitchen. In the middle of the room, there was a round dining table with 4 chairs and a set of worn leather sofas were placed in front of a flat screen television. He seems quite well-to-do. I wonder what he does.

“Here,” he said as he tossed me a towel. He’d changed into dry clothes and was toweling his hair dry with the towel around his neck. What he wore now, would’ve probably cause nosebleed for most girls. He wore a tight-fitting sleeveless shirt which showed off his toned arms and a pair of sweat pants which sort of clung to his butt. He had a nice butt.

I started to rub my hair and wiped of the drops of water from my arms and face. Halfway through my task, he handed me a set of clothes.

“Here,” he said. “I hope they fit,” he smiled. He’d handed me a baggy shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I looked at them for a moment, contemplating if I should change. “Go on,” he said, still smiling. “You’re gonna get sick in those wet clothes.” I sighed and dropped my bag on the floor.

“Where can I change?” I asked him.

“Here,” he said as he walked to one of the doors and pushed it open to reveal a bathroom.

“Thanks,” I said as I went it. I changed out of my clothes and turned to look into the mirror when I was done. I was horrified with how I looked. I’d dried my hair a little too vigorously and it now resembled a rat’s nest. He must have had a hard time containing his laughter when he saw me just now. I looked around the bathroom and found a single-toothed comb lying on the counter. I quickly ran the comb through my hair and straightened it out as best as I could. Thankfully, my hair was never a big problem to manage. All I needed was a comb and some water.

As I emerged from the bathroom, the guy walked past and placed two mugs of hot drinks on the coffee table.

“Tea,” he said. “Let me put these in the dryer for you,” he said as he took my clothes out of my hands before I could react.

“Thanks,” I said as I sat down in an arm chair. I picked up one of the mugs and brought it to my lips. I close my eyes as I inhaled the steam rising from it. It’s always nice to have something warm to drink after getting caught in the rain.

“Do I scare you?” he asked suddenly, as he walked back into the room to sit down on the sofa opposite me.

“Hmm?” I said as I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Do I look like a psycho to you?” he repeated.

“Psycho? No. What makes you say that?” I asked as I cautiously took a sip of the hot tea.

“You seem to be really wary of me,” he explained.

“Erm… that’s because I don’t even know your name.”

“Mian, my name’s Min Woo. Lee Min Woo,” he smiled. “What’s yours?”

“Sierra,” I said.

“Sierra… no last name?” he asked.

“Yep, Sierra with no last name,” I said. I didn’t feel like he needed to know. I probably won’t see him again.

“You’re not local, are you?” he asked me as he sipped his tea.

“Nope,” I replied.

“Where are you from then?”

“Malaysia.”

“Cool. I’ve yet to meet a Malaysian. But you sound very Korean for a Malaysian.”

“Komawo. I’ve been living here for 2 years now. I think that my Korean should sound less like a foreigner by now.”

“True,” he said. “But I bet you’re a fast learner,” he added and I smiled at his compliment.

We sat there in silence, for the next few minutes, as we drank our tea. I looked out the window and saw no sign that the rain would be receding anytime soon.

“Min Woo-shi, I think I’d better go,” I said as I got up.

“Sierra-shi, your clothes are still in the dryer,” he reminded me.

“Oh,” I exclaimed softly and sat down again.

“Are you in a hurry?” he asked.

“Erm… not really.”

“It’s me isn’t it?” he said.

“Nae?” I looked at him, puzzled.

“I’m too irresistible, aren’t I?” he winked.

“Huh?” I exclaimed and then I laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He smiled broadly at me and I had to admit, it got to me. He was inching his way into my heart.

“What are you thinking about?” Min Woo reached over to take my hand. We were sitting in a cafe and it was raining outside, just like it had been when we first met.

“Us,” I smiled.

“The rain always reminded me of the day we first met,” he said, echoing my thoughts exactly.

“Hmm…” I smiled and he brought his hand up to touch my cheek lightly.

Years from now, if we ever have a child together, I’ll be sure to name him or her, Rain.

“I’ll never forget how you looked on that day,” he smiled.

“Like a wet puppy?” I offered.

“Ani… like a mermaid from the sea,” he said and he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

Twisted

This was inspired by a role play chat we had on MSN. Pardon the lameness… ;)

-31 Dec 2006-

Few years ago…

“Jun Jin, I’m pregnant,” said a tearful Sierra.

“What? Get rid of it then!” he said harshly.

“How can you even say that? This baby is your flesh and blood,” Sierra sobbed.

[Flashback]

“Come on, Sierra…” Jun Jin coaxes.

“No… we can’t Jun Jin,” Sierra says in a worried tone.

“I won’t hurt you…”

“No, Jun Jin… No…”

[End of flashback]

“I won’t have anything to do with this,” Jun Jin said as he turned to leave.

“Jun Jin,” Sierra cried out. “Don’t leave me, you can’t leave me!”

“Get off,” he said as he shrugged her off roughly and Sierra fell to the ground. As he walked away, she sobs uncontrollably.


13 years later...

“Mommy…” Kristi called out as she shook her mother’s arm.

“Hmm?” Sierra comes out of her trance and turns to look at her daughter.

“Mommy, I can’t figure out this sum,” Kristi said as she held out a book.

“Oh… sit down. I’ll help you.”

“I’m home!” Jae Joong calls out as he walks in through the door.

“Daddy!” Kristi yells as she runs over to hug him.

“Hey there! Have you finished your homework?”

“Mommy’s helping me with it.”

“Great, I’ll cook dinner.”

Sierra looks on as her daughter and husband dashed into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. It was fate that had brought all of them together. After Jun Jin left, Sierra had Kristi on her own. She’d met Jae Joong years later and was lucky enough that he accepted the fact that she was a single mother. They got married when Kristi was 3, so she never really remembered if she had a father or not before Jae Joong came into the picture.


A few months later…

“Sierra, isn’t that your daughter?” Linda points to a girl talking to a man.

“Hmm… it is!! But who’s that guy?” Sierra wondered as she and Linda walked towards them. Sierra felt her blood run cold when she recognized him. It was Jun Jin. “Kristi,” she called out as her steps quickened.

“Mommy?” Kristi squinted as she turned away from Jun Jin.

“That’s your mother?” Jun Jin asked.

“Kristi, stay away from him,” Sierra said as she pulled Kristi away.

“What’s going on?” Kristi asked.

“Your mother’s an old friend of mine,” Jun Jin laughed.

“Stay away from Kristi, Jun Jin,” Sierra warned him.

“Oppa… how old are you? You know my mother?” Kristi asked.

“Does my age matter to you?” he asked.

“Enough! Let’s go home!” Sierra said as she dragged Kristi away.

“Oppa!” Kristi turned back as her mother led her away. He smiled grimly at her as he waved.


Back at home…

“Mommy! What’s going on?” Kristi asked as soon as they got home.

“You can’t see Jun Jin anymore.”

“Why?”

“First of all, he’s older than I am… that makes him too old for you.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Kristi! Stop it!” Sierra yelled in exasperation.

“No! I won’t!” Kristi said as she stomped off.

“He’s your father, Kristi!”

“What?” Kristi pales with shock as she turned around.

“He’s your father…” Sierra repeated as she started to cry.

“I have a father. His name is Kim Jae Joong.”

“I married Jae Joong when you were 3. Jun Jin was the one who got me pregnant.”

“And you never told me? I’m 13! I have a right to know!”

“How could I tell my own daughter that she was a product of rape?”

“Jun Jin oppa raped you?”

“Stop calling him oppa.”

“I hate you! You’re a liar! I hate you!” Kristi screamed as she ran to her room.

Kristi spent the next hour crying. For the first time, she’d fallen in love with someone, only to find out that he was her father. How twisted could her life be? And the man she hugged every day, the man who kissed her forehead after reading her a story every night, since she was a toddler, was not her real father. She’d always wondered why she didn’t inherit her father’s beautiful features, and she didn’t look much like her mother either. Now it all made sense.

Kristi emerged from her room hours later to find the house in darkness. She walked to her mother’s room, ready to talk about what had happened. As she opened the door, she saw a light coming from the bathroom. She walked it and gasped at the scene before her. Her mother lay on the bathroom floor, motionless.

“Mommy!” Kristi cried out as she knelt beside her and shook her. “Mommy…” she sobbed. “Please wake up… I don’t care about Jun Jin oppa, please wake up.”

“Kristi, what’s wrong?” Jae Joong asked as he walked into the room. As soon as he saw Sierra, he lunged forward and picked her up. “Let’s go,” he said as he walked out of the room.


At the hospital…

“We’re sorry, Mr. Kim. There’s nothing we can do for your wife. It’s been too many hours since she’d swallowed those pills,” the doctor said. “You’d best go in now.”

“Mommy!” Kristi wailed. Jae Joong stood there in silence as he put his arm around his daughter.

“Let’s go in,” he said after awhile and led Kristi into the ward.

Sierra was in a coma. Her face was pale, but she looked serene. Jae Joong took her hand and held it to his face.

“Why Sierra, why did you do this?” he whispered.

“It’s my fault, daddy,” Kristi started crying again and she told him the whole story.

“Sierra,” Jae Joong voice was filled with pain and longing as he touched her face. He’d known about Jun Jin, but didn’t think that she was still haunted by the past.


8 years later…

Jae Joong and Kristi stood in front of Sierra’s grave. It’s been 8 years since she died and Kristi was now a young woman. Jun Jin never came back and both Jae Joong and Kristi made do with only each other.

“Kristi,” someone called out from behind. She turned to see Chang Min, her boyfriend, wave at her.

“I’m gonna go with Chang Min now, okay?” she looked at her father.

“Go on,” he smiled.

“I’m coming,” she yelled back at Chang Min. “Love you, dad,” she said as she gave Jae Joong a quick hug before she ran off with Chang Min.

“Sierra-yah,” Jae Joong whispered to the wind as soon as Kristi had left. “Our daughter’s in good hands now. Chang Min is a bright boy and he will take care of her.”

He took out a crumpled note from his pocket and unfolded it. It was the suicide note Sierra had written.

Jae Joong,

I thought I’d forgotten the past, but it seemed that it had found a dark corner in my mind to hide in, until I’m confronted with it again. I can’t live with myself. I can’t live with the fact that I brought Kristi to this world in a twist of cruel fate, and not out of love. I love you, Jae Joong. But I don’t think you should live with someone who can’t love herself anymore. Take care of Kristi for me. Saranghae.

Sierra

A single tear slid down his cheek as he finished reading the note. After 8 years, he still felt the stab of pain as he read it.

“Sierra-yah… I’m coming,” he said as he let the breeze lift the note out of his hands. He took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it to his head. “Saranghae,” he whispered as he pulled the trigger.

떡볶기 - Tteokppok-kki (Rice Cakes in Hot Sauce)

This is a fic I wrote for SBSK's Chang Min project. It's a really short story since they only allowed one page per person. Enjoy!
-21 Dec 2006-

“Chang Min!” I shouted at him. “Wait up!”

We were running to the nearest tteokppok-kki stall after school. Chang Min could never wait for the final bell to ring. When it did, he zipped out of the school gates for his favorite after-school snack.

“Hurry up, slowpoke!” he yelled as he turned around. I’d miscalculated my speed and bearings and I crashed into him, pinning him on the pavement.

“Omigod! Chang Min! Are you alright?” I quickly sat up and looked at him.

“Tt-tt-teok-ppok-kki…” he stammered and then dropped his head to the side.

“Yah! Chang Min!” I yelled at him and poked his forehead. He loved playing dead and I hated it whenever he did that.

“Oww…” he exclaimed, rubbing his forehead.

“Stop playing dead,” I said. “I hate it when you do that.”

“You’re so heavy, I could’ve been. Besides, you knew I was just playing.”

“I still hate it,” I sulked.

“Mian,” he said sweetly and he helped me up. “Let’s go eat,” he smiled as he put his arm around me.

It’s been 4 years now, and Chang Min is now a member of TVXQ. I missed our school days… our walks in the park, the school trips we took, sleeping over at each others’ homes and those times we’d spent gorging on junk food. Ever since he joined TVXQ, I only got to see him once a year, and every time we met, he’d ask me the same thing.

“Don’t you miss that tteokppok-kki stall outside our school? Let’s go there someday.”

But he never found the time.

I’m walking home from the nearby video rental store where I worked part time. It was a hot day, but I took my time, walking in the sun and scuffing my shoes on stones and the uneven pavement as I walked. As I turned the corner into the street leading to my house, I saw a tall figure leaning on the lamp post outside my gate. My pace quickened as I realized who it was. It was as if the scene was replayed all over again, but this time, I knocked him over with a hug; a hug spurred by happiness. I was so happy to see him turn up unexpectedly. I’d been waiting for this moment for the longest time. He looked up at me and smiled as I lay on top of him.

“Let’s go for tteokppok-kki!” he said.

Just a quick one...

I created this blog to archive my one shots. What are one shots? They're short stories, only one chapter, so they're one shots. I currently have few one shots, mostly because I'm so obsessed with writing What would have been (my Korean romance).

I also have a problem with compressing my writing; I get too long-winded. But I'm trying to be an all-rounder. I will get there and become a great fan fic writer. Watch me!! ^^